My Slut Wife Sally Part 1

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My Slut Wife Sally Part 1This Story is from another site by an author known as Jigs. It is a good story with an ending that sucked so I am listing the story here with a new ending. My name is Harry Fountain. I’m 35 years old, six foot one, 180 lb.. with brown hair that is receding in front and sparse on top. How had my marriage come to this? How had I come to this? Where and how did I loose my balls and allow another man to fuck my wife.————Flashback **Boss Bob & I** As I said Bob Simpson is my boss. He is the CEO and President of the world’s largest privately-owned corporate conglomerate. I am a senior Vice President in charge of Marketing for the insurance company component. I have been with the parent company, or one of its wholly owned subsidiaries, ever since I graduated from college 10 years ago. Robert Simpson was a Senior Vice President when he first hired me, and from the beginning, he took me under his wing as his protégé. It was soon obvious to everyone that I was, and have continued to be, Bob’s fair haired boy. Bob Simpson is a man of considerable confidence, brains, and ability. At six foot six, 260 lb. of hard muscle, a deep baritone voice, a full head of salt and pepper graying hair, and a similar mustache, he is a imposing man who looks every bit the college linebacker he once was. “Boss Bob” as he likes to be called, can charm the birds out of the trees, or when he thinks necessary, turn a frown into a thunderbolt. The stare of those coal black eyes when he is displeased is something few people can ignore or ever forget. No one that I know of has ever seriously contested Bob Simpson’s right to the title of “Boss” that he insists on with such pride. In only seven years after graduating from college with his MBA degree, “Boss Bob” was promoted into the elite core at the top of the corporate ladder as naturally as a kite soars upward in a high wind. Now, ten years later, he is at the top of the pyramid. Only Antonio Carmine, one of the world’s richest men who continues to serve as Chairman of the Board, has more rank and authority in the direction of this multi-billion dollar company, and nobody, not even Carmine, has more to say about its day to day operation. As the company grew larger and more diversified, Bob was promoted from possition to possition, and always the job was bigger even more important than the one before. I simply tagged along behind him as his anointed favorite. With his support and influence I was jumped over a dozen or more men with more seniority, and who, as I must admit, had better qualifications for promotion. That didn’t make me very popular with my fellow executives, but nobody has ever complained on the record because whatever Bob Simpson wants, Bob Simpson gets, and right now at least, Big Bob the Boss wants me to be a Senior Vice President.Darla MacIntire has ridden Bob Simpson’s coat tails in his rise to success in much the same way as myself. Darla is a striking redhead with an ample and impressive body. She is two or three years older than I, and was already the Boss’s personal administrative assistant when I arrived on the scene. One of the many mysteries about Bob Simpson has always been his sex life. He is not married. He makes public appearances with various women from time to time, almost without exception movie or society celebrities. As far as anyone knows, these women are simply props, carefully chosen to hype the occasion rather than anyone with whom the Boss might actually be sharing a relationship. Except for such apparently platonic publicity companions, and an obviously close professional relationship with Darla MacIntire, no one seemed to be aware of any women in Boss Bob’s life. Darla herself is married, and the mother of a daughter now in her late teens. Corporation gossip has long maintained that Boss Bob was fucking her on the side, but no one seems to have any personal knowledge of that as a fact. The only alternative theory to Darla as Bob’s mistress seemed to be that Bob was a fag. For someone otherwise so perfectly masculine, a homosexual preference didn’t seem likely. Still, there were those who adhered to that possibility, and to them, I filled the role of the Boss’s male lover. As God is my witness tho, until a year or so ago, sex was a subject I never heard Bob Simpson even mention, and he certainly had never made a sexual pass at me, or in my presence to Darla, or to anyone else. For all I knew and had seen, he was some kind of a monk who had taken a vow of celibacy.—————-Today again at **Our Manhattan Apartment**The two additional orgasms Bob demanded of her came quickly to Sally, and a third one to spare arrived immediately on the heels of the first two. Her quota met, she began to whimper and plead for her lover to fill her hungry cunt. “I did it Bob. I did as you asked. I came. Three times I came. Fuck me now lover. I need your cock so. Put it in me Bob… please. I’ll die if you don’t take me.Bob was on top of my wife now, his hips between her thighs, his chest flattening her breasts, his face directly over hers where he could stare into her sky blue eyes. “Beg me some more my sweet prick teasing bitch! I have saved you Sally… saved you from a lifetime as a prick teasing little bitch. How does it feel now Sally? Doesn’t it feel good to be the one begging? I want to hear you beg some more bitch! Beg! I love it! Just love it!””All right Goddamn you,” came Sally’s breathless but bitter reply. I could see that she was in one of her resistive moods. Her words were clipped and perfunctory. She complied with her lover’s demands, but her reply was cold and with little enthusiasm… at least at first. “Its true! I was a prick teasing bitch, but you saved me. Now I beg you for your cock. There! I have said what you wanted to hear. Now fuck me, damn you.” Then, as her resistance began to wane, she added, “OH God, I do so need a cock inside me. Give it to me. Put it in me… please.””Not good enough Sally,” Bob insisted. “Apologize. Tell us how sorry you are for being a prick teasing little bitch all your life. Tell us how it feels now to have the shoe on the other foot.”Sally’s bluster emptied and was gone. Suddenly she was crying softly. “Please Bob, yes I’m so sorry I have been a teasing bitch, but I have tried to do better. I’ve done everything you’ve asked. I’ve spread my legs like a whore, and begged you to take me, even committing my adultery while my husband watched. What more can you want of me? I am so ashamed, but I love you and I need your big cock so much. Whatever you desire… I’ll do it I promise, but please, please, you must fuck me now. Fuck me please!”———————–Flashback **Sexy Sally & I**That whore begging for her lover’s cock was my wife, Sally. We were college classmates. Sally Truxel was a honey blond blue eyed knockout, the Sweet Heart of Sigma Chi, the White Rose of Sigma Nu, the Homecoming Queen, the Prom Queen, and queen of just about anything else that needed an every-man’s-dream coed as a centerpiece. She knew she was a doll, and like most pretty girls she reveled in it to the point of being a bit of a tease. She never failed to show off her long almost perfect legs and full boobs whenever the occasion allowed, but of course always in a tasteful way consistent with her image of campus icon. Until I came along Sally must have dated half of fraternity row, and a fair number of the athletes from the jock dorm, even some of the black ones if the rumors are true. How sexually active she was nobody seemed to know for sure, but there were a number of unverified (and probably unreliable) dirty stories with Sally in the staring role. One thing was known sure about her, however. She liked to snuggle up close to her date on the dance floor. When the tune was slow and romantic, she would press her firm thighs and deliciously soft tits against her dance partner, and tease him with a sensuous sway of her body. When the music stopped, more often than not the poor guy had to escort Sally back to his table while trying to hide an embarrassing erection. The word was around the student union that she kissed with her tongue, and that she was a ‘hot neck’ even if (maybe) she wouldn’t ‘go all the way’. Every would be stud on campus was sure that behind that saucy smile, there was a promise of pure raw sex that he could tap given the right chance. As a result, whether a title well earned, or simply someone’s wishful thinking, from her freshman year on she was widely known by the behind-the-back nickname of “Sexy Sally.”While Sexy Sally was practicing her French kiss in cars parked in the woods behind the football stadium, I was studying the French language from a textbook. Although I lived and ate in a “frat house,” I was always more at home in the Phi Beta Kappa reading room at the library. I wasn’t a big man on campus, but the coeds thought I was presentable if not handsome, I was a member of a socially elite Greek letter fraternity, and I was generally thought of by my classmates, male and female alike, as “a good all around guy.” Those are valued qualities on a college campus, and they exempted me from the classification of “nerd” that my reputation as a scholar would have otherwise surely earned for me. How “Sexy Sally” and I became an item is a little hard to figure. I suspect that it was Sally’s mother who decided that with graduation approaching, her girl needed a husband able to support her. Most probably momma Truxel had a heart to heart talk with her daughter and announced that it was time for Sally to cut the shit and start looking for her MRS degree. My scholastic reputation as a brain had earned me an A-1 potential for post graduate success, and I fit all Momma Truxel’s economic and social requirements. However it happened, Sally and I started dating early in the football season of our senior year. Midway through the basketball season, we became “pinned.” That was the night she let me fuck her for the first time. I’m almost certain Sally was no virgin on our first lovemaking (although she has never said one way or the other.) I was, but I did the best I knew how at the time. To all appearances I fumbled my way through acceptably. At least Sally seemed satisfied. Indeed “satisfied” might generally describe our sex lives thereafter.By time graduation day came around, Sally and I were engaged to be married. We had a late June wedding, a honeymoon in the Bahamas, and I went to work for Bob Simpson in mid July as soon as we returned. As I have said, my promotions came quickly, and my salary, stock options, and perks increased accordingly. Sally and I had no c***dren, but neither of us were interested enough in parenthood to even try to find out why not. Sally loved the good life from her first taste at corporate headquarters in New York. Clothes and jewelry, maids, golf on Long Island, lawn parties with the Connecticut elite, and weekends at fashionable spas along the New England shore… these were all things that she enjoyed far too much to yearn after motherhood. I was wrapped up in my work, and just as self indulgent about our life style as she was. The two of us were contentedly living off the fat of the land, safe in the cocoon of luxury that surrounded us, when Bob Simpson took his first steps to seduce my wife and make her his mistress. ——————Flash back **Boss Bob & My Wife**It was about six months ago that this all began. With some heavy financial help from my corporation, we had purchased a very very expensive three bedroom, three bath, two kaçak iddaa level, apartment twenty floors over a shopping mall of exclusive shops and trendy restaurants on Manhattan’s 5th Avenue. The address was practical as well as prestigious. We were less than two blocks, and a 10 minute walk, from the skysc****r where my (and Boss Bob’s) offices were located. Boss Bob began to often drop by our apartment for dinner. Whenever he worked late, or a social engagement made it inconvenient for him to go on to his estate home in Westchester, he would spend the night in our spare bedroom. After a while he more or less moved in and began to keep an extensive wardrobe there. By then Bob was sleeping over three or four nights a week at our apartment. As far as I was concerned, his frequent presence in my home was only an innocent accommodation of convenience. We certainly had ample room for him. Sally was no cook, and didn’t try to be. All our meals were prepared by, and brought in from, the restaurants downstairs. We had maids to serve the food, and to clean up after us, so neither the meals nor the housekeeping were any imposition on Sally. Bob was fun to be around, and his contributions to the household budget were generous. It all seemed like a perfect situation. Eventually, however, Bob’s Mr. Hyde showed up.As I got to know him better, it became apparent to me that Bob was not the asexual monk I thought he was. To the contrary he was a very smooth operator around women. He knew exactly how to stroke a female ego without alarming its owner. He flattered Sally at every opportunity, but for the first month or two he was always careful to be correct and proper about it. He complemented her clothes, hair do, nails, etc. always suggesting what a sexy and desirable woman she was without actually saying so. You could see Sally loved it, and was attracted to him. Once he had overcome her reserve, and moved past her seeming indifference to his attentions (a first line of defense for every woman), he became more outspoken and direct. He began to tell her straight out how beautiful she was, how her hair shown in the sun, how good she smelled, how her smile made his day, and even how her mere presence could arouse a man (meaning himself of course). By the time four months or so went by Bob was staying at our apartment so often that he was a fixture in our life. Sally had grown comfortable with his sexy flattery. She thought she knew him by then, and if she ever felt threatened by this dynamic and domineering stranger in her home, her concern had long since passed. Thus reassured, and enjoying the thought that she was still a desirable woman who could catch a handsome man’s eye, Bob’s new and more personal approach was clicking with her pretty well. It was becoming more and more obvious, however, to everyone (except to me) that Bob was wooing my wife; and although she wasn’t exactly encouraging him, she wasn’t backing away either. ‘Love’, ‘affection’, those have never been important words in Sally Truxel’s life, nor do I think she ever applied them to me more than perfunctorily. I am, I think, and always have been, more to her as a means to an end than as lover. Bob was different tho. For the first time in her life Sexy Sally had met her match. This man she couldn’t control, something that had never happened to her before, stirred her emotionally, and that had never happened before either. Moreover, there is no doubt but that Bob sensed her fascination and uncertainty. The longer Sally hung in an undecided limbo, the more determined and aggressive he became. The sex thing came more and more out in the open. What had been polite complements turned bold and bawdy. He would tell her straight out how “luscious” her “tits” were, and he would ask her with a leer she really needed the bra she was wearing. Sally was a little embarrassed by this new side of our Boss Bob, but crude or not, She was clearly flattered by his attention and sexual innuendo. Somewhere down deep inside her feminine self, Bob had struck a cord in Sally. She was once again the beautiful and desirable “Sexy Sally” that college boys had lusted after a decade ago. She liked that feeling too much to let a little dirty talk upset her, or at least so she must have reassured with herself. I don’t know whether she understood she was being seduced or not, but hearing no protest from her, Bob was steadily, if gradually, upping the ante.One night after dinner, Bob started a conversation supposedly with me, but one clearly directed at Sally, about what great “stuff” my wife had. He said that a man should be downright proud to have that kind of “stuff” available to him in bed and he hoped I was taking the proper care and advantage of it. He then turned to Sally and asked her straight out whether she was getting enough regular cock, and did she enjoy it “… when I slipped her the man meat?”This was not just dirty talk. This was outright proposition to fill in as a substitute sex partner if needed, and Sally must have known it. She hadn’t accepted any of Bob’s sexual challenges yet, but her response was uncertain and ambiguous, and at the least, she was now willing to flirt back at Bob’s dirty talk. Later that same evening Bob asked her whether her pubic hair was as blond as that on her head. Sally didn’t seem the least bit offended. Rather she coyly promised to let him see for himself some time. In fairness to Bob and Sally, all this talk was usually lubricated with a good deal of wine and liquor, at least that was what I told myself. More honestly tho, I must admit that drunk or sober, I was no more eager to put a stop to Bob’s advances than Sally was. I am not prone to schoolboy jealousies. I have never thought of myself as a stud, and I don’t have much ego in that respect. I had long since decided that if my Boss wanted to flirt with my wife, and talk sexy to her, then she was damn well on her own. I certainly wasn’t going to jeopardize my career over some dirty talk even though I began to suspect that all this was likely to take us into some very strange waters indeed.———————- Flashback **Sally’s Seduction**Sure enough, that ship of fools set sail for the first time on a Friday evening at the end of last month. The weekend party time had arrived, and all three of us were enjoying a good wine and some laughs. Dinner had arrived late, and we all were pretty well oiled even before we ate. After the dishes were cleared, we sent the maid home early and went back to drinking. Sex was the topic of the evening as it had become recently on every such occasion. Bob wanted to know if I had ever tied Sally spread eagle on the bed before I fucked her. When I admitted I hadn’t, he offered to take her into the bedroom and get her ready for me right then. Sally’s blouse unaccountably became unbuttoned at the top, and without a bra (unusual for her), she was showing a lot of tit flesh. Bob managed a not very subtle look down her cleavage and spotted a nipple. He was not bashful in bragging about his good fortune. That led to a drunken debate about how long and hard Sally’s “nips” were. It was an argument that Sally abruptly ended when she suddenly pulled her blouse all the way open and flashed us with her bare breasts for a half minute or so.Sometime after midnight Sally went into the kitchen for more ice. Bob followed her in. They were gone for longer than seemed necessary, and finally I stuck my head in the door to see what was going on. Sally was standing facing away from me with her abdomen pushed against the sink . Bob was behind Sally with both arms around her, squeezing her body hard against his. Bob’s hands were inside Sally’s unbuttoned and open blouse, fondling a bare breast in each one. From the way she was grinding her butt back against his groin, I assumed she must have a length of rising cock pulsing against the crack of her ass. I heard Sally groan softly, but she said not a word of denial or protest. I could hear Bob telling my wife what good “stuff” she was. Her “stuff” had been a recurring theme for weeks now, but this was more than just dirty talk. This was a request, no more like a demand, that she give him some of her “stuff.” Sally didn’t say yes, but she certainly didn’t say no, or try to pull away. Instead she just stood there, her head laid back, in a kind of trance as if she wished the world to go away so she could enjoy the fingers that were caressing her nipples. What was I to do? I could barge in and play the jealous husband, and sure enough by tomorrow morning I’d be out on the street with no job and no future; this marvelous life would be gone, and the chances are that Sally would be gone with it whether she fucked Bob Simpson this evening or not. It didn’t seem to me that she objected to having him feel her breasts, and damn her, if she didn’t care, I couldn’t think of any reason why I should.I quietly went back to the living room, and minutes later Bob and Sally joined me. As if by a common conspiracy our little drinking party was adjourned, and we retired to our respective bedrooms with an embarrassing haste. That little scene I had witnessed in the kitchen had left me as horny as a sailor on leave. I lost no time in grabbing a handful of naked wife, and demanding that she give my prick her full attention. If she could let our guest fondle her, she could damn sure pleasure me as well. Sally didn’t object. She was every bit as worked up as I was, and we skipped our usual mundane foreplay to go directly to our favorite position… me on my back with Sally astride my crotch and her pussy pegged on my cock. Filled to the brim with penis, she threw her head back, closed her eyes and rode my dick with hips that slowly worked their way forward, back, and then forward again.We had been at it three minutes or so, when a nude Boss Bob entered the room with a ten inch erection pointing the way. He stood and watched for a minute or two before kneeling on the bed alongside my shoulder. For long moments we were three people caught in a time warp. Sally’s eyes remained closed and she continued to jack my cock with her pussy. Bob just sat there. Eventually, tentatively, as if he could resist no longer, he reached out and gave one of Sally’s nipples a hard pinch. Sally opened her eyes and gave a quick start, but said nothing. I don’t think she knew he was in the room until then. Bob asked her if she was “taking meat.” She nodded, ‘yes.’ He asked her if she would like to “take Boss meat.” This time, if she responded at all, the movement of her head was hardly perceptible. Still, I thought I again saw a nod… “yes.”Whatever her answer, if any, her full attention was frozen on Boss Bob’s great male spear. As if unable to resist her fascination, Sally bent forward over me, balancing her weight on her arms and hands. Even as she continued to rock her pussy on my cock, she turned her head to the side and sucked the head of Bob’s erection into her mouth. A nipple of one b**st was brushing my chest, and her chin was just above and of to the to the side of my face. Within inches of my eyes, Sally’s lips sealed around my Boss’s penis and her cheeks hollowed from the suction inside her mouth. I was stunned. Blow jobs had never been Sally’s favorite thing. She would occasionally suck me off, but usually only in appreciation for some expensive diamond or sapphire pretty that I had given her. Even then she kept a towel handy to dispose of the cum that she refused to swallow. This night, however, she seemed to actually enjoy servicing my kaçak bahis boss with her mouth. As I lay there trying to hold back my ejaculation under the pressure of Sally’s grinding hips and pussy, I idly wondered what she would do if he should shoot in her mouth. Would she swallow his cum?I had to wait till later for an answer to my question, however. All this was more stimulation than I could stand, and as my wife sucked on my Boss’s penis, my poor balls fired their best load into her vagina. I was early, way too quick for Sally. I hated myself for being so sexually inept. How could I fail my wife like that, tonight of all nights? My unfortunate premature ejaculation would be no loss to Sally, however. I was barely spent before Bob grabbed a fistful of Sally’s hair and pulled her mouth from his cock. Already distressed by my too quick response in her overheated pussy, Sally whimpered a small protest at the sudden loss of the male lollipop she had been sucking. She needn’t have worried. Bob wasted no time in substituting himself for Sally’s klutz of a husband. She was a rag doll Bob’s strong arms as he lifted her off my softening cock, and dropped her back down on her knees straddling his crotch. Directly under her spread thighs Bob’s huge cock was sticking straight up, a ships mast aimed directly at her already used, still open, but unsatisfied pussy.Sally’s whining protests quickly ceased when she realized that a solution to her horny might yet be at hand. Bob’s penis was much larger than mine, however and Sally was not only aware of the difference, she wasn’t at all sure she could handle it. There was awe in her eyes as she stared back between her thighs at the huge male erection that was offering itself at the very portal of her pussy. Sally was clearly struggling with what to do next. I knew she desperately wanted to be fucked, but I was right beside her watching. Moreover, what might a cock that big do to her poor pussy? I doubt Sally had ever even seen a penis that size outside of a porn movie, and certainly she had never had one like it inside her. Never the less, Bob pressed the issue. “Do you want Boss meat, Sally,” he asked.Her answer was another small, but this time, quite perceptible, nod, “yes.”It was clear that Bob expected a reply a good deal more substantial than what he received. He seemed about to say something, but then thought better of it. Instead he reached up with one hand and began to play with a tit and its nipple. The other hand he slid between Sally’s legs where her pussy hung suspended barely above the head of his penis. Sally gave a startled gasp as his thumb pressed her clit, and a finger hooked itself deep inside her. Minute after minute crept by and still he played with her, teasing, tempting, torturing her with erotic caresses of tit and cunt. Finally, abruptly, he brought the hand that had been on her sex up to Sally’s face. His ran his fingers wet with the juices from her vagina teasingly over her lips and then into her mouth. She willingly sucked them one by one like little cocks. Sally had not yet surrendered, however. She might be signaling her desire with short low moans, but her pussy continued to hover indecisively just beyond the reach of the cock that waited under her. Bob, however, persisted, and after she had cleaned his hand with her mouth, he again asked, “Do you want me to fuck you Sally?” Once more she answered only with a nod, “yes.”This time, however, the signal was considerably stronger and more positive. Sally’s moral resolve was eroding under the stress of her need. “Come on Sally,” Bob pressed, “I won’t force you. I’m not into ****. If you want me to fuck you, you have to ask for it.””Not with Harry here, please…” Sally voice was a quiet whisper, as if she was trying to hide from my ears the desire and distress that lay under her words.Bob remained insistent. “Yes, with Harry here! I want him to hear you beg me to fuck you. It is time he learned what a horny little slut he is married to.”With that, Bob pulled one of Sally’s hands down to his cock and held it there until she wrapped her fingers around it. Her mouth fell open as her hand explored its length, and then ever so gently, she began to jack the skin slowly up and down over the huge plum head.With the feel of that great penis under her fingers, Sally’s resistance collapsed, and quietly she admitted what I, or any other fool, could plainly see. “God yes, Bob, I need it! Fuck me! Please fuck me!””Well then get on with it,” Bob answered, “You have it in your hand. Stick it in! A slut doesn’t need help to fill her cunt.”Sally lowered her hips the half inch necessary to close the gap separating her vagina from the hard-on that had been waiting so tantalizingly near. Sally’s pussy was soaking wet and its lips were still slightly apart from being around my prick. Sally was ready… ready for Boss Bob’s cock that she must have been lusting after for God only knows how long. No longer intimidated by his size, Sally forced the head into her slick and open hole. Once he was firmly in place, she stooped forward to rest her weight on her elbows. Her tits were dangling in his face. Bob understood, and his lips seized upon the offered nipple. Gradually her hips eased downward, and as Sally chewed on her lower lip her hungry pussy swallowed more male meat than she had ever before dreamed of.The stretching hurt of impaling herself on that monster penis was of no consequence to Sally. She was a female in rut. Nothing mattered but having her lover inside her, and neither her pain, my feelings, or our marriage would deter her. Bob, however, understood that he was a difficult fit, and he was considerate about it. He let her take her time settling down onto his oversized woman tamer, and it was slowly, inch by inch, that it disappeared into my Sally’s cunt. She took it all. To my utter and complete disbelief, her pussy finally rested flat on Boss Bob’s pelvic bone without even a millimeter of hard-on showing outside that incredibly stretched vagina. Once down, neither Sally nor Bob moved a muscle. She was, I suppose, simply enjoying the feeling of being so stuffed with cock. She had made her decision and her crisis of conscience had passed. Her eyes glazed over with pure bliss. Bob also seemed satisfied to savor the moment. He knew that he had won. There would be ample time, and opportunities, in which to fuck my horny wife.Bob asked her if she “…liked taking the Boss meat?” Her response was still another of those small nods of her head. This time Bob didn’t hide his displeasure with her meager response. He raised his hands under her arm pits and without warning lifted her off the pole she needed so badly, and sat her down astride his thighs. The iron shaft that a moment before had been so promisingly deep in her cunt now lay tall and unused, flopped against Sally’s belly, a dark brown smear against her white skin and whispy blond bush.”Please! No! No! Put it back!” came Sally’s immediate protest.Before replying, Bob reached under her splayed legs and hooked his social finger deep in her pussy. At the same time, his thumb pressed down hard on her clit. With Sally’s tender core caught in the vice of his hand, Bob demanded her total capitulation.”Tell me Sally,” Bob asked softly, “did you like taking the Boss meat? Did it feel good in you? Do you want more? Do you want me to fuck you… or not?”Sally turned pale as the implications of “or not” hit home. She was beside herself with a craving to remount her lover, but the submission demanded was more than she had expected to give. Always before Sexy Sally Truxel the campus queen had been in full control of her sexual favors. Now, an overpowering desire to be filled with ten inches of the Boss meat had changed all that. Still, she struggled mightily to retain some shred of her old pride and self respect. “All right then, I’ll say it,” she whimpered with petty exasperation, “Do it to me.” Then as she turned towards me, louder she said, “Forgive me Harry, but I do need him so.””Not good enough Sally,” Bob responded. “I won’t let you pretend any more. Harry may not know it, but you have wanted to be slut all your life. Harry didn’t understand sluts well enough to teach you the finer points. Me tho, I know all about sluts. I know that you have wanted this big cock of mine for a long time now. That is what you want isn’t it Sally, my big cock to fuck you… to fuck you again and again? Get over it, Sally. Come be my slut. Beg me to fuck you.”Sally responded with a woeful moan from behind clenched teeth, still trying to bluff upon a fading hope that this game could be played out without her total surrender. Bob and I both could hear the raw desire in her moan, however. There was no way. Almost inaudibly, so low was her whimper, she gave it up.”All right then. Fuck me,” she said, Then, realizing the inadequacy of her surrender, she repeated her request, much much louder and more honestly this time, screaming our her need for a cock in her cunt. “YES PLEASE, PLEASE. I AM SUCH A SLUT… FUCK ME PLEASE!”I knew then our lives had just changed forever. I had no idea yet how much!———————–Flashback **Sally the Slut**Bob had played this game before. He knew all the tricks. He had his fish on the line and now was the time to set the hook. “All right my sweet little blond whore. Mount me. Climb back up on that pole, stick it in your cunt, and ride me. Show me how glad your are to take the Boss meat. Pleasure yourself as you will, but you must not cum until I do.”Sally was quick to comply. Raising herself on her knees again, she reached under her and with her hand guiding the way, she once more dropped her love sleeve down over her the big penis she so lusted after. This time, however, her impalement was neither slow nor gradual. More than ever she needed to be filled, and with a single downward thrust she drove him home all the way to his balls.Sally’s was upright on Bob’s cock this time, sitting on it and with the same slow grinding back and forth movement of her hips that she had used when she was jacking me. This time, however, she was better serviced by a full ten inches inside her, and even her slow and measured pace was carrying her to the edge of orgasm. Frustrated, and struggling to control the impending climax her lover had prohibited, she began to whimper.”Please Bob….” she began in a whine.”What is it Sally?” Bob interrupted, “and its ‘Boss’ Bob to you.””I need to cum… bad! Please Boss Bob… I’ll die if I don’t cum.””No, you won’t die my little slut,” Bob assured her. “Sluts don’t die from being fucked.””Please Boss Bob, don’t call me that. I’m not a slut, its just that….””You are a slut Sally. Admit it! Your husband just heard you beg me to fuck you. If you are not a slut why are sitting on my cock with him watching. What else could you be but a slut? Say it! Tell me you are a slut!””Oh God, Boss Bob! No, don’t make me say that.””Say it bitch! Say it or get off my cock!””Oh please, no! You mustn’t stop. I need it! All Right! Yes! I admit it. I am a slut… but please Boss Bob, let your slut cum.””No way slut. This our first time, AND WE WILL FINISH TOGETHER! When you feel my cum in your cunt, you can climax too, but not before. If an orgasm is what you want, then you’d better get your ass in gear and get me off… right now.”Sally needed her orgasm. One had been bubbling in her ovaries for some time, and she couldn’t hold back much longer. She had to make Bob cum in her cunt, and she simply went crazy. She remained upright illegal bahis on her lover’s belly, impaled on his pole of flesh, but there was no more slow grinding hips. Using her thighs as springs, Sally fought to defy gravity, levitating herself upward and then dropping suddenly down onto the peg of flesh waiting under her. Hair flying, boobs bouncing, in a wild fury she hammered herself on and off all that male meat, all the while fondling her own breasts, stretching them toward her mouth, trying to bite and lick her own nipples. Despite her uncontrollable passion, from time to time Sally struggled briefly to regain some measure of control over her situation. Once, and then once again, she swore obscenely at her lover, still trying to resist him. Each time, however, her resolve would collapse, and she quickly returned to pleading for more, for him to “……please, please, fuck me.” Boss Bob was clearly in control, but he relented. Whether this was out of leniency, or because even his iron will broke under Sally’s frantic assault, I couldn’t say. Either way, it was only minutes after Sally had abandoned her last effort at resistance that semen began to seep from around the seal between his cock and Sally’s pussy. They must have heard Sally’s cry of release 20 floors below on 5th Ave. If this was an orgasm, what the hell had she been having with me all these years? Had she been faking it with me? Perhaps, but I don’t think so. Sally was simply too sensual, too selfish, too demanding of her own pleasure, to fake an orgasm to save my feelings. This was simply sex on a higher level, on a much higher level, than Sally and I had ever imagined existed.Still, Bob Simpson was not yet through. While Sally was still quivering, he took her by the hand and put her on her knees before my chair. I had just watched my wife ride another man’s cock to a shattering orgasm. I should have been hurt and angry at what I had seen. The truth, however, was less flattering. In truth I was excited and aroused. This was not just some female performer in a Times Square sex emporium being casually dicked. This pretty little bitch half fucked to death was my sweet wife, and that made all the erotic difference. It had been the sexiest show I had ever seen in my life. My prick was up, hard as a rock, and I guess Bob figured that he owed me. “SUCK HIM OFF!” Bob ordered.For the first time in our marriage, my Sally began to blow me like a street whore instead of a preacher’s wife. A single taste of Boss meat in her belly, and Sally had turned nymphomaniac. She so needed a cock, and she didn’t care if it was mine or someone else’s, or whether it filled her mouth or her cunt. It was sufficient that it was a penis, hard and erect, and it was available for her pleasure. It had been a long time since I had cum twice in one evening, but then I had never had a blow job like one this before from Sally or anyone else. Sally’s bobbing head and swirling tongue soon squeezed a new load from me…and then, as if to answer any questions I may have had, she swallowed it all. Savoring every last taste, she even licked away the late arriving final drops as they dripped off the end of my penis.As soon as Sally had finished with me, Bob stood her up and led her across the room where he seated himself on the couch. She stood before him, legs slightly spread, arms at her side, tits out, a female in heat and on display before her lover and master. Bob reached between her thighs, hooked her vulnerable pussy with a finger, and lifted her until she teetered on her toes. Abruptly, cruelly, he yanked to him until he could reach a nipple in his mouth. Sally moaned, and Bob raised his head from her breast and asked, “What are you Sally.””I am a slut.” The reply came in a whisper. “Tell me what you want, Sally.””Please, Boss Bob, I want your cock.””Where do you want me to put it?””In my cunt, in my mouth, whatever you want Boss Bob.” Sally was becoming braver. Her reply was louder and more certain.”But what if I want to fuck your ass, will you take my cock there too. Will you spread your buttocks with your hands and beg me to fuck you in the ass?””Yes Boss Bob, Yes I will beg you to fuck my ass. Put your cock in my mouth, in my pussy, and yes even in my ass, wherever you want….. but please for the love of God, just fuck me somewhere.”That business about being fucked in the ass really gave me the double take. Sally had always been obstinate in her refusal to even discuss anal sex, and here she was willing to beg this bastard to shove his oversized prick up her rear end.Bob looked at his pleading victim questioningly for a moment, and then to my disappointment, he declined the opportunity for something what I really wanted to see… Sexy Sally, the campus queen, on her hands and knees with ten inches of hard penis buried in her asshole. “No Sally,” he told her, right now I want to cum in your mouth. Will you suck my dick until I cum, Sally, and then swallow every drop?””Oh, yes. I love you. I love your penis. I want to taste you, to take your seed in my mouth and swallow every drop.” Sally was pleading quite willingly now, almost ready to cry.Bob stood, his cock hard once more jutted from his crotch like the bow sprit of sail boat. “Very well then, Kneel my loving bitch! Suck me, and swallow my cum. Show me how a slut in love sucks cock.”Sally dropped like a stone to her knees, opened her mouth, and leaned forward to reach the erect penis pointed at her. Bob pulled back at first, limiting her lips to the glans. Sally whined in protest, and he responded with a push forcing hard meat into the opening of her windpipe. He was too big for poor Sally to take all of him, but even as she struggled to breathe, more than half his length disappeared into her mouth. I suspect that a hard penis forced down her throat, certainly one of that size was a new experience for Sally. My Boss was quick to show disapproval at my wife’s failure to swallow him whole. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head forward and back, fucking her mouth and forcing her to swallow more of him. “Now YOU do it,” he commanded, taking his hands away. “Bob your head bitch. Masturbate me with your mouth.”Sally already could hardly breath, and to take even more penis down her throat was anything but easy for her. Never the less she struggled frantically as I watched in awe. Could this be my wife who had always hated to suck my cock, the same woman who would not swallow my cum? For a long time Boss Bob seemed immune to the friction my cocksucking wife was applying to his pecker. In time, however, she began to get to him. I could see from strain on his face that he was holding back his own orgasm as he pulled his member away from Sally’s sucking mouth.”No Please! give it back to me,” Sally protested in what can only be described as panic. Her voice cracked. Tears were running down her cheeks. Her whole body was flushed. She was trembling. “Damn,” I thought in amazement, “her mouth is being ****d, and she has gone into heat like some a****l.”Bob called a time out (I suspect to allow for his own recovery). He sat back down and hauled his conquest to him in a tender hug. With a hand in her hair he pulled her head back to kiss her on the lips. Then with one strong arm pressing her body against him his other hand played with her tits. Finally he returned her knees to the floor and demanded payment for his caresses. “Again, tell me again. Do you love me?”Oh yes, more than you can imagine, Sir.” What are you Sally?””I am a slut, a whore. I am your mistress and slave to your cock.”Satisfied with this oath of fealty, Bob stood and offered his penis to her mouth again, but with a change in the rules. This time he insisted that his pecker left to lay passively on her tongue just inside her open mouth. He said he wanted it to “breathe” as it soaked in her saliva. Sally’s jaws ached from stretching them wide for this weird and humiliating ritual. When at last Bob tired of that passive caress, he let her close her lips around him, and ordered her to begin sucking him all over again. None of this was easy for Sally, but her desire to please her new lover carried her through. With a determined bobbing of her head she began to jack her stretched lips forward and back along that imposing and ever hardening rod. Not even Bob’s talented cock could withstand such devotion, and soon he shot his second warm wad down my sweet Sally’s throat. She swallowed it with the relish of a Hong Kong whore, and searched for more as she licked and nibbled on the softening wand that Bob left in her face to clean. Obviously please with her performance, Bob let Sally off her knees then, brought her back to bed, kissed her on the mouth, and pressed her body against his. Suddenly he was once more a tender, compassionate and praising lover, and Sally positively glowed under his gentle attention. Promising her a reward, he knelt between spread her legs, and began to eat her pussy. He clearly knew where all the good spots were. He first ran his tongue around and around her clitoris, and then down into the slit itself. Up and down, up and down, he licked and kept on licking. Just as Sally began to gasp for air, he put his mustache where it would tickle her clit while he fucked her crack with rapid and repeated in and out strokes of his tongue.Maybe I had just never done it the right way, but Sally had always been embarrassed by cunnilingus, and never seemed to enjoy it. Boy was she different now! That mustache and tongue fuck were just too much for her. She came in a string of shattering orgasms, each a little larger than the one before until at last she simply fainted dead away.Bob held her head in his lap and stroked her temples until Sally came to. She looked a sweaty disheveled mess. To all appearances she had just been ****d by the whole Polish Army. Bob told her to go take a shower, fix her face and hair, put on some perfume, and report back to him still nude. He told her that his balls were still of cum, and that she must pleasure me again as well because, as he put it, “I had been such a good sport about all this.”Without one word of protest, off to the bathroom she went, and in less than a quarter hour she was back, beautiful as ever, ready and eager for more sex. She knelt before us, and begged to be fucked again. No captive slave of the a Pharaoh beaten into submission with a silver whip ever pled to be used with more sincerity than did Sally on this evening of her surrender.Surprisingly, however, this time it was I who received the bulk of her attention, “Please fuck me Harry,” she whispered into my ear. “I am so ashamed. A pussy to be used is all I am fit for. Let me make it up to you Harry. Fuck me, Harry. Use me! Let me pleasure you the way I did Boss Bob.”Then, almost as an after thought, Sally explained further, “Please forgive me Harry, but I could not help myself. Somehow, without even knowing it, I fell in love with him, and with his cock. I had to do whatever he asked of me. God help me! I could not do otherwise” That summed things up pretty well I thought. What more was there to say. I fucked her once more that night (a third ejaculation and new one day record for me), as did Bob. Bob also put her through another of those slutty blow jobs. He ended the evening by making her join first me and then him in the shower where she washed our cocks, balls, and assholes, and dried us off with her tongue. Just before dawn I went on to sleep in Sally’s and my bed, but Boss Bob and led her off naked to his bedroom by a robe sash looped knotted around her neck. The next morning I would find her laying at the foot of Bob’s bed, her hands tied behind her with that same sash. Bob was obviously not always kind to his mistresses.

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